This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

If i should die before i wake